Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.